Papa

Papa nearly died, but he stayed awake
Three bombs went off inside his rib cage
I want to grow old like you, and not put on any weight
I want you to mend old man for the love of lakes
Our eyes dripped like taps, dripping taps for your sake
Granny’s got your back at white pearly gates
I want to be bold like you, and not let my long legs ache
I want you to mend old man for the love of lakes
Down by the sea torn cliffs, wind and water spits at us
Mum let out a sigh when papa was awake
Drips through his arms are streams into his lake
I want to grow old like you, and not put on any weight
I want you to mend old man, for the love of lakes